This Ain't No Game (feat. S.O.G.)

North Memphis, South Memphis

Westwood, Orange Mound

**** ain't barin' that bullshit, make us clown

Down with the shit, call 1-8-7-kill-a-bitch

Thinkin' that you bulletproof but you'll end up in a ditch

Which one of you hoes thinkin', that you can't be got?

Nine times I caught you slippin', nine times the nine goes pop

Pop, pop, til' you drop, body full of bullet holes

Where the hollow point shells layin' mane, nobody knows

I suppose, **** try to estimate the triple six

They don't shoot at fiends, they shoot you and I'm with the shit

Trick ass, soft ass **** doin' pistol play

When you pull yo pistol, motherfucker, that's where you gon' lay

I'ma say this to the **** with the problems

Step up to the Patsta, bitch, and I'ma solve 'em

Most of you foolish ass **** like to ride deep

Tiptoein' on yo' ass, ****, it's like hide and seek

When I creep, best believe that it's for a revenge kill

**** from the neighborhood, yeah, mane, they know the deal

See I'm real, 'cause I'll look yo ass dead in the eye

When I put the TEC in yo' face, bitch, say goodbye

This ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

Im quick to freak like a maniac, as I cock the handle back

****, I'm for real, your cap I will peel

I grabs a ****, I crack his dome

The blood be drippin', from the handle of my tone

'Cause, mane, I'm a naughty ****, I gots to pull back the trigger

And watch yo blood skeet like juice

'Cause, bitch, you ain't bulletproof

I'm down for 211, don't make it a 187

See murder is a hobby, mane, and Lil Don is insane

But this ain't no game ****, how in the fuck you figure?

You try to punkin' us you'll feel the blast of my trigger

Straight from the honeycomb, smokin' on the sack

I got my weapon, cock it back, then the bodies stack

I'm the sawed-off, Gi-gi-di-g-Gangsta

To you shanksters, lanksters and pranksters

Come and try yo' luck, if you think your nuts are bigger

Down with my **** Pat, this ain't no game, ****

This ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

This, this ain't no game ****, I don't fuck around

This ain't no game ****, I—

This ain't no game

Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit

Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your fuckin' head

Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

You, you ain't, you, you, you ain't no gangster

Shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

Stay off his dick

Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

Punk, punk, punk ass ****

Shoot-shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

Fuck all y'all

Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

Shoot his ass down with the pump

Shoot-shootin' motherfuckers at point-blank range

Holdin' a MAC-10, then I'm attackin'

Sh-shootin' motherfuck-fuck-fuck-, fuck-fuckers

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